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THE 


ALBUM  WRITER'S 
FRIEND. 

COMFBIStNO  HOBB  THAN 

Three  Hundred  Choice  Selections  of 
Poetry  and  Prose, 

l^trrABLK  yOB  WEITING  EJ  AIJTOGEAPH  ALBTTMS,   VALKN- 
•nSZS,  BIBTHSAY,  0HBI8TMAS  AND  KBW  YSAB  OABDS. 

ORIGINAL  AND  SELECTED. 


Onr  lives  are  albums,  written  throagb 
Witli  good  or  ill,  with  false  or  true, 
And  as  the  blessed  angels  turn  the  pages  of  onr  7ear% 
God  grant  that  they  may  read  the  good  with  smiles. 
And  blot  the  ill  with  tears. 


COMPILED  BY  J.  S.  OGILVIE. 

New  York: 
J.  S.  OGILYIE  AND  COMPANY, 

25  Rose  Street. 


1881. 


PREFACE. 

Who  among  the  readers  of  this  preface  haa  not  been 
invited  to  write  a  few  words  of  sentiment  in  the  Album  of 
a  friend  ?  As  an  aid  to  the  many  thousands  who  have 
received  this  invitation,  and  have  not  known  what  to 
write,  we  offer  this  collection  of  choice  verse  and  prose, 
as  an  aid  to  them  and  all  others,  with  the  hope  that  our 
labor  shall  not  have  been  spent  in  vain,  nor  be  altogether 
unappreciated.  Great  care  has  been  taken  to  procure  as 
many  original  pieces  as  possible.  Many  choice  verses 
snitable  for  Birthday,  Christmas  and  New-Tcar  celebra- 
tions, have  been  added;  which,  with  the  collection  of 
articles  embracing  sentiment,  affection,  humor,  and 
miscellany,  is  offered  to  a  generous  public  by 

Thb  CoiirrLEB. 


CONTENTS. 


Dedication  Vee8B8,        -...-.      5 
Sektiment  and  Affection,     ....       -      9 

Miscellaneous,        -----..27 

Esteem  and  Confidenoe,        -----    45 

HuMOEOUs,        --------53 

Biethday  Vebses,    -------49 

CnEisTMAfi  AND  New  Ybas,    -----    B7 


DEDIC^BN  YE^Eg— 4- 


SUITABLE    FOR    DISCRIPTION     ON    TITLE    PAGES     OF 
ALBUMS. 


(Jo  forth,  thou  little  volume, 
Like  Noah's  faithful  dove. 

And  bring  to  darling 

An  olive  leaf  of  love. 


My  Album's  open  I  Come  and  see ! 
What  1  Won't  you  waste  a  line  on  me  ? 
Write  but  a  thought,  a  word  or  two, 
That  Memory  may  revert  to  you. 


To  Mt  FEIE^^)s : — 

My  Album  is  a  garden  spot 

Where  all  my  friends  may  SOW, 
Where  thorns  and  thistles  flourish  not, 

But  flowers  alone  may  grow. 
With  smDes  for  sunshine,  tears  for  showers, 
m  water,  watch  and  guard  these  flowers. 

6 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Go  forth,  thou  little  volume, 
I  leave  thee  to  thy  fate  ; 

To  love  and  friendship  truly 
Thy  leaves  I  dedicate. 


Go,  Album !  range  the  gay  parterre  •, 

From  gem  to  gem,  from  flower  to  flower, 
Belect  with  taste  and  cull  with  care, 
And  bring  your  offering,  fresh  and  rare, 
To  this  sweet  mmden's  bower  I 


When  years  elapse, 

It  may,  perhaps, 
Delight  us  to  review  these  scraps, 
And  live  again  'mid  scenes  so  gay, 
That  Time's  rough  hand  has  swept  away; 
For  when  the  eye,  bedimmed  with  age, 
Shall  rest  upon  each  treasured  page, 

Those  pleasant  hours 

That  once  were  omrs 
Shall  come  again,  like  Autumn  flowen^ 
To  bloom  and  smile  upon  us  here 
When  all  things  else  seem  sad  and  drear; 
'TwiU  tune  our  hearts  and  make  them  sing; 
And  turn  our  Autumn  into  Spring  I 


Go,  little  book,  thy  destined  course  pursue^ 
Collect  memorials  of  the  just  and  true, 
And  beg  of  every  friend  so  near 
Some  token  of  remembrance  dear. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


As  life  flows  on  from  day  to  day, 
And  this,  your  book,  soon  fills, 

How  many  may  be  far  away 
From  treasured  vales  and  hills? 

But  there  is  joy  in  future  time 

To  turn  the  pages  o'er, 
And  see  within  a  name  or  rhyme 

From  one  you'll  see  no  more. 


Life  is  a  volume, 

From  youth  to  old  age, 
Each  year  forms  a  chapter. 

Each  day  is  a  page. 
May  none  be  more  charming, 

More  womanly  (manly)  true, 
Than  that,  pure  and  noble. 

Sketched  yearly  by  you. 


Ltirr  kind  wishes  will  be  written  here. 
And  none  more  sincere  than  mine. 

But 

Words  are  lighter  than  the  cloud-foam 

Of  the  restless  ocean's  spray ; 
Vainer  than  the  trembling  shadow 

That  the  next  hour  steals  away; 
By  the  fall  of  summer  raindrops 

Is  the  air  as  deeply  stirred, 
And  the  roseleaf  that  we  tread  on 

Will  outlive  a  word. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITER'S  FRIEND. 


Wb  may  write  our  names  in  Albums  -, 
We  may  trace  them  in  the  sand ; 
We  may  chisel  them  in  marble. 
With  a  firm  and  skillful  hand : 
But  the  pages  soon  are  sullied, 
Soon  each  name  will  fade  away ; 
Every  monument  will  crumble, 
Like  all  earthy  hopes,  decay. 
But,  dear  friend,  there  is  an  Album, 
Full  of  leaves  of  snowy  white. 
Where  no  name  is  ever  tarnished, 
But  forever  pure  and  bright. 
In  that  Book  of  Life,  God's  Album, 
May  your  name  be  penned  with  cai%  | 
And  may  all  who  here  may  write, 
Have  their  names  forever  there. 


gE]^¥ipE]S[T  untt  ^FFEC¥I@N. 


Peace  be  around  thee,  wherever  thou  revest ; 

May  life  be  for  thee  one  summer's  day ; 
And  all  that  thou  wish,  and  all  that  thou  lovest. 

Come  smiling  around  thy  summer  way. 
If  sorrow  e'er  this  calm  should  break, 

May  even  thy  tears  pass  off  so  lightly, 
Like  spring  showers,  they  will  only  make 

The  smiles  that  follow  shine  more  brightly. 


Ma,y  the  chain  of  friendship  formed  by  the  links  which 
are  dropped  here,  serve  to  unite  you  more  closely  in  spirit 
with  the  friends  who  have  worked  it. 

May  each  link  be  brought  to  a  white  heat  in  the  fires  of 
Love ;  and,  forged  on  the  anvils  of  Truth,  may  they  be 
strong  as  iron,  yet  light  as  air :  keeping  you  bravely  to 
the  duties  of  Life.  And  when  the  chain  of  human  bond- 
age shall  be  broken,  may  they  become  flowers  of  eternal 
brightness  in  the  gardens  from  whence  cometh  exceeding 
peace. 

Our  lives  are  albums,  written  through 
With  good  or  ill — with  false  or  true — 
And,  as  the  blessed  angels  turn 
The  pages  of  our  years, 
God  grant  they  read  the  good  with  smiles, 
And  blot  the  bad  with  tears. 
9 


10         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Thb  gem  cannot  be  polished  without  friction,  nor  man 
perfected  •without  adversity. 


TiMB  advances  like  the  slowest  tide,  but  retreats  lik« 
the  swiftest  current. 


What's  the  use  of  always  fretting 
At  the  trials  we  shaU  find 

Ever  strewn  along  oiu*  pathway — 
Travel  on,  and  never  mind. 


Life  giveth  unto  each  his  space, 
A  span  of  earth,  an  arch  of  sky, 

And  unto  each  a  several  grace — 
To  each  a  separate  destiny. 

And  some  were  bom  to  win  and  spend, 

And  some  to  love  unto  the  end. 


Theeb  \s  another  album 
Filled  with  leaves  of  spotless  white, 

Where  no  name  is  ever  tarnished, 
But  forever  pure  and  bright. 

In  the  Book  of  Life— God's  album — 
May  your  name  be  penned  with  care, 

And  may  all  who  here  have  written. 
Writ*  their  names  forever  there. 


Dailt  we  write  our  autographs  on  the  minds  and 
hearts  of  those  around  us. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.        H 


*'  Poor  is  the  friendless  master  of  a  world.    A  world 
fai  purchase  for  a  friend,  is  gain." 


So  slight  a  favor  'tis  you  crave, 
That  I  can  scarce  refuse  compliance ; 

Nor  shall  I  use  the  page  you  gave. 
To  set  your  champions  at  defiance. 

Dear  lady,  vainly  awed,  I  praise 
That  dimpled  hand  I  pressed  at  parting  | 

Or  those  dark  eyes,  beneath  whose  gaze 
A  cupid  lurks  equipped  for  darting. 

Nor  can  I  hope  to  lightly  touch 
On  charms  so  oft  the  theme  of  lovers  j 

To  add  another,  while  so  much 
That  beautiful  about  thee  hovers. 

I  can  but  add  one  little  pearl 

To  all  the  gems  about  thee  scattered ; 
And  say  again,  sweet,  artless  girl. 

That  all  thy  poets  have  not  flattered. 


I  HAVE  tried  for  a  week,  and  vainly  I  seek 

Words  of  wisdom  to  write  to  you  here ; 
So,  wishing  you  life  free  from  sorrow  and  strife, 

Nor  wanting  in  friends  and  good  cheer, 
With  health — perhaps  wealth — 
Love  better  than  self. 
And  Truth,  far  the  best,  to  the  end ; 
Since  content  it  maintains 
While  existence  remains, 
I  subscribe  myself.  Truly,  your  friend. 


12         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Steength  for  to-day,  in  house  and  home, 
To  practice  forbearance  sweetly ; 

To  scatter  kind  words  and  loving  deeds. 
Still  trusting  in  Grod  completely. 


A  votTTMB  of  this  kind,  it  is  supposable,  will  be  more 
or  less  frequently  referred  to,  in  future  years,  to  revive 
fading  recollections  and  recall  pleasant  associations ;  and, 
therefore,  though  it  is  so  easy  to  moralize,  it  seems  emi- 
nently fitting  that  helpful  suggestions  should  accompany 
famiUar  autographs. 

Let  me  say,  then,  that  while  in  your  youth  a  favorable 
combination  of  circumstances  permits  so  much  of  happi- 
ness, the  conditions  of  its  enjoyment  cannot  always 
remain  as  now. 

As  the  responsibilities,  at  present  borne  for  you,  shall 
come  to  rest  on  your  own  shoulders,  and  the  darker 
shades  of  life's  history  are  unfolded,  you  will  find  the 
peace,  which  floweth  like  a  river,  only  in  the  degree  in 
which  you  resolutely  perform  every  known  duty ;  and, 
forgetting  your  own  wants— whether  fancied  or  real — 
devote  your  thoughts,  as  well  as  your  energies,  to  making 
the  society  in  which  you  move,  happier  for  your  being. 

That  you  may  indulge  in  no  selfish  ease ;  but  bestow, 
as  well  as  enjoy,  a  full  share  of  the  pleasures  of  time,  and 
afterward  receive  a  crown  of  glory,  is  the  earnest  wish  off 
your  friend — 


I  wotn-D  that  I  could  express  my  mind 
To  you,  dear  friend,  in  scribbling  some  rhyme ; 
But  you  know  my  failing  as  well  as  I, 
And  you'd  better  get  another  to  try. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         13 


That  one  who  can  work  right  on,  quietly  waiting  for 
recognitioQ,  if  it  come :  if  not,  yet  right  on,  is  the  trut 
nobleman.  

Dost  thou  know,  love,  that  thy  smile 
Makes  the  whole  worli  bright  for  me  ? 

Just  as  sunrise  pours  a  sudden 
Purple  glory  on  the  sea. 

Ah !  had  I  that  power,  ever 
Should  the  world  look  bright  to  thee. 


I  KNOW  not  what  to  write  about, 
So  many  themes  are  pressing  ; 

All  good  enough  in  very  truth, 
But  quite  unprepossessing : 

Each  moment  of  thy  future  life. 

Live  holy,  whether  maid  or  wife. 

And  let  it  be  thy  constant  care, 
Midst  earthly  joy  and  sorrow, 

By  watchfulness  and  fervent  prayer, 
Each  this  day  and  to-morrow. 

To  be  prepared  when  Christ  shall  cora^ 

His  heaven  to  make  thy  final  home. 


Oh,  those  eyes  1  so  calm,  serene — 
Sweetest  eyes  were  ever  seen. 
Will  the  woes  of  coming  years 
Ever  shadow  them  with  tears  ?  • 
Shall  my  life  the  sunshine  own, 
Tnat  last  night  upon  me  shone. 
When,  beneath  the  summer  skies, 
Beamed  on  me  those  brown,  brown  eyesf 


14        THE  ALBUM  WRITER'S  FRTEND. 


These  little  sourenirs  possess  not  their  greatest  value 
when  first  written ;  but  as  time,  with  scythe  in  hand, 
passes  along,  and  we  are  left  standing,  we  are  not  the 
same,  but  these  lines  remain.  Some,  to  cheer  the  sad- 
dened by  awakening  slumbering  memories  at  better 
things ;  and  others  serving  as  guide-boards  op  tAie  ^oao 
to  eternity. 


And  thou,  too,  whosoe'er  thou  art, 
That  readest  this  brief  psalm, 

As  one  by  one  thy  hopes  depart. 
Be  resolute  and  calm. 

O  fear  not  in  a  world  like  this, 
And  thou  shalt  know  e're  long— ^ 

Know  how  sublime  a  thing  it  ir. 
To  suffer  and  be  strocg 


FEEssonj  our  lif e  i&  not  5. 3ream 
Though  often  such  its  mazes  seeic 
We  were  not  bom  to  live  at  ease— 
Ourselves  alone  to  aid  and  please 
^o  each  a  daily  task  is  given  5 
A  labor  that  shal  fit  for  heaven , 
When  duty  calls,  let  love  grow  warm, 
Amid  the  sunshine  or  the  storm ; 
With  faith,  life's  trials  boldly  breast 
Then  come  a  conquerer  to  thy  res' 


As  you  travel  through  lifs,  scatter  kind  words  anc 
gentle  deeds;  in  so  doing,  you  will  enrich  your  30Ul 
■Withhold  them,  and  it  tends  to  poverty. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.        16 


'  May  your  life  be  like  the  day— more  beautiful  in  the 
evening;  like  the  summer — aglow  with  promise;  and, 
like  the  autumn,  rich  with  the  golden  sheaves,  wbeie 
good  works  and  deeds  have  ripened  on  the  field. 


Let  the  road  be  rough  and  dreary, 
And  its  end  far  out  of  sight ; 

Foot  it  bravely — strong  or  weary ; — 
Trust  in  God,  and  do  the  right. 


Life  is  but  a  day,  at  best, 
Sprung  from  night,  in  darkness  lost ; 

Hope  not  sunshine  every  hour ; 
Fear  not — clouds  will  always  lower. 


Aix  the  paths  of  faith,  tho  severed  wide, 
O'er  which  the  feet  of  prayerful  reverence  pa89 
Meet  at  the  gate  of  Paradise  at  last. 


If  I  wake,  or  if  I  sleep, 

Still  the  memory  I  keep 

Of  the  tender  light  that  lies 

In  the  depths  of  those  brown  eyes. 


Be  blessings  scattered  o'er  thy  way, 

My  gladsome,  joyous,  laughing  sprite  j 
Be  thy  whole  life  one  summer's  day 
Without  the  night. 


16         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


On  this  leaf,  in  memory  prest, 
May  my  name  forever  rest. 


On  this  page  I'll  write,  simply  tr  'aditc 
My  name  as  yom:  friend. 


Mat  thy  life  happy  be, 
Is  my  dear  wish  for  thee. 


It  never  pays  to  fret  and  growl 
When  f ortime  seems  our  foe. 
The  better  bred  will  push  ahead 
And  strike  the  braver  blow ; 
For  luck  is  work, 
And  those  who  shirk 
Should  not  lament  their  doom, 
But  yield  the  play, 
And  clear  the  way, 
That  better  men  have  room. 


Desiee  not  to  live  long,  but  well ; 

How  long  we  live,  not  years,  but  actions,  telL 


Meanness  shun,  and  all  its  train ; 
Goodness  seek,  and  life  is  gaki. 


A  BEAUT  OTL  life  cuds  not  in  death. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITER'S  FRIEND.         17 


RoTUTO  went  the  autograph ;  hither  it  came, 
For  me  to  write  in ;  so  here's  my  name. 


Passing  through  life's  field  of  action. 
Lest  we  part  before  its  end, 

Take  within  your  modest  volume, 
This  memento  from  a  f riend. 


Wk  meet  and  part — the  world  is  wide; 
We  journey  onward  side  by  side 
A  little  while,  and  then  again 
Our  paths  diverge.    A  little  pain-~ 
A  silent  yearning  of  the  heart 
For  what  has  grown  of  life  a  part ; 
A  shadow  passing  o'er  the  sun. 
Then  gone,  and  light  again  has  come. 
We  meet  and  part,  and  then  forget ; 
And  life  holds  blessings  for  us  yet. 


Whkn  things  don't  go  to  suit  you, 
And  the  world  seems  upside  down. 

Don't  waste  your  time  in  fretting; 
But  drive  away  the  frown. 


Old  friends  and  true  friends ! 
Don't  talk  to  me  of  new  friends ; 

The  old  are  the  best. 

Who  stand  the  test. 
Who  book  their  name  as  through  friendi. 


18         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Mat  your  coffee  and  slanders  against  you  be  erer  the 
same — ^without  grounds. 


The  world  is  full  of  fools. 

And  he  who  would  none  view, 
Must  shut  himself  in  a  cave, 

And  break  his  mirror,  too. 


Methinks  long  years  have  flown. 

And,  sitting  in  her  old  arm-chair, 
has  older  grown. 

With  silver  sprinkled  in  her  hair, 
Her  album  thus  she  holds, 

And  turns  its  many  pages  o'er. 
And  wonders  if  it  still  contains 

The  memories  of  yore. 
As  o'er  these  pages  thus  she  runs, 

"With  many  a  sigh  and  kiss. 
Then  suddenly  she  stops  and  says, 

"  Who  could  have  written  this  ?" 


It  never  pays  to  wreck  the  health 

In  drudging  after  gain  ; 
And  he  is  sold  who  thinks  that  gold 
The  cheapest  bought  with  pain. 

An  humble  lot, 

A  cosey  cot, 
Have  tempted  even  kings ; 

For  station  high. 

That  wealth  will  buy, 
Not  oft  contentment  brings. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITER'S  FRIEND.         Id 


Rbmbmbbb me,  is aui ask 
And,  if  remembraace  be  a  ia&k, 
Forget  me. 


-,  life  is  all  before  you, 


Stretched  out  in  its  misty  siieeii 
And  the  future,  though  now  hidden 

Holds  much  joy  ioF  thee,  i  ween 
Why,  then,  seek  to  know  what's  ctxw^ 

fe  is  forming  day  by  day 
But  your  heaxt,  ia  bUnd  oufc-reacmng, 

Hakes  co-moiTOW  of  to-day. 

*^XMe  3s  re^— life  is  earnest  •. ' 

And  the  heroine  in  the  stilie 
Is  the  one  who  leaves  the  future— 

Living  but  the  present  life; —    . 
Lives  it  'iruly,  nobly,  granaly 

Thus  prepares  for  coming  fafce , 
Strives  to  make  iier  iiving  perfect ;— ' 

Learns  'x  La'oor  and  to  wait 


ISE  violet  is  for  faithfulness, 
Which  in  me  shall  abide ; 

Hoping,  likewise,  from  your  heart 
You  will  not  let  it  slide. 


This  is  thine  album.    May  it  be 
A  source  of  happiness  to  thee. 
And  may  each  page  that's  written  o'e^ 
Be  better  than  the  one  before. 


20         THE  ALBUM  WRITER'S  FRIEND. 


'Tis  a  terrible  fate,  my  dear  miss, 
To  be  asked  to  write  in  a  book  like  this  ; 
For,  scratch  my  head  as  hard  as  I  may— 
I've  such  a  skull — 

And  if  I  try  to  moralize, 

Or  vent  my  thoughts  in  sentiment, 
Or  attempt  to  laud  you  to  the  skies, 

Or  spread  myself  on  compliment, 
I'm  so  awful  duU, 

That  my  efforts  would  prove  futility ;       [mind, 
For  the  sex  of  your  kind,  are  of  that  turn  ol 

That  morals,  verse  and  flattery, 
Have  to  you  been  so  oft  defined. 
You  are  f  uU. 

If  rhyming  I  try,  adorable  Miss, 
The  first  I  think  of,  is  dear  little  Kiss, 

Or  some  such  nonsense  as  connubial  bliss, 
Or  changing  your  title  "Mrs."  from  " Miss ;  " 
But  that's  prosaical. 

To  give  you  advice,  I'd  never  presume ; — 
Incompetence  may  be  the  reason  for  that ; — 

To  wish  you  long  life  and  a  blest  happy  home 
Is  aged  and  stale,  exhausted  and  flat, 
And  excruciatingly  formal. 

Row,  what  to  do  I  do  not  know. 

Or  how  to  make  my  paragraph  ; 
So  I'll  doff  ray  hat,  and  make  my  bow 

And  send  this  as  my  autograph. 


M>T  tliere  be  just  clouds  enough  o'er  your  life  to  cause 
>  giorioug  Bunset. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         21 


That  every  kindly  wish  and  thought, 
By  friends  expressed  within  these  pages, 

Be  yours,  and  trials  common  to  us  all 
May  cross  your  path  by  "  easy  stages.** 


Hemember  me  when  far  away, 

And  only  half  awake  ; 
Remember  me  on  your  wedding-day, 

And  send  a  sUce  of  cake. 


When  worth  and  beauty  prompt  the  lioe^ 
Perhaps  a  pen  as  poor  as  mine 

May  be  forgiven 
To  try  and  write  of  things  divine, 

And  think  of  heaven ! 
But  pause,  rash  verse  I  and  don't  abuse 
A  bashful  maiden's  ear  with  news 

Of  her  own  beauty  ! 
And  yet  no  other  theme  111  choose, 

Or  think  a  duty  I 
So,  then,  for  fear  I  might  offend, 
m  say,  Gfod  bless  her  / — and  thus  end. 


The  earth  can  boast  no  purer  tie, 
No  brighter,  richer  gem, 

No  jewel  of  a  lovelier  dye, 
Than  Friendship's  diadem. 

Then  may  this  ray  of  light  divine 
Ne'er  from  our  bosoms  fade ; 

But  may  it  on  our  pathway  shine, 
Till  death  our  hearts  invade. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIENB. 


0nm.^.  !e yow xxame, 
Single  is  your  station  ? 

Happy  be  the  little  maa 
^hat,  makes  the  alteration. 


Ufe '  love  is  such  a  strange  affair ; 
So  strange  to  all. 

It  Cometh  from  above 
And  lighteth  like  a  dove 

On  some. 
But  some  it  never  hits 
Unless  it  gives  them  fits. 

Oh,  hum. 


Thy  cheerful,  gentle  ways,  I  do  admire : 
Thy  future,  to  be  happy,  I  greatly  desire ; 
Thy  trusting  confidence,  may  I  require ; 
Thy  firm  friend  to  be,  will  I  aspire. 


As  a  slight  token  of  esteem, 

Accept  these  lines  from  me ; 
So  plaia  ana  simple,  they  do  seem 

Unworthy  such  as  thee. 
But  soon  these  traced  lines  will  fade 

And  disappear — 'tis  their  doom. 
May  you,  unlike  them,  be  arrayed 

In  a  perpetual  bloom. 


Ik  memory's  wreath  may  one  bud  be  entwined  fOr  met 


THE  ALBUM  WRITER'S  FRIEND.        23 


We  are  all  placed  here  to  do  something.  It  is  for  m, 
and  not  for  others,  to  find  out  what  that  something  is , 
and  then,  with  all  the  energy  of  which  we  are  capable, 
honestly  and  prayerfully  to  be  about  our  business. 


On !  think  of  me  some  day 
When  I  am  far  away  ; 
ril  pray  thy  days  be  long 
And  joyous  as  the  song 
Of  sweet  birds  singing  near, 
Thy  heart  with  love  to  cheer. 


Mat  joy  thy  spirit  fill, 
All  care  and  sorrow  cease  ; 

Remember  'tis  His  will 
Who  hath  spoken,  ' '  Peace !  " 


In  fMr  and  sunny  beauty,  or  gray  'neath  evening  skies, 
The  purple  hills  from  misty  vales,  upward  to  heaven  rise : 
Their  rugged  side  we  scarce  can  see  o'er-decked  with 

fern  and  heather. 
That  rings  its  scented   violet  bells  through  fair  and 

stormy  weather; 
So  may  thy  life  be  clothed  with  flowers,  and  breathe  a 

purer  air. 
Fresh  from  the  "  everlasting  hills,"  knowing  no  grief  or 

care, — 
And  if  the  sunny  sky  must  pale,  as  palea^the  setting  sun, 
May  it  only  show  the  stars  are  near,  peeping  out,  one  by 

onei 


34         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Thesk  fftw  lines  to  you  are  tendered, 
By  a  friend  sincere  and  true ; 

Hoping  but  to  be  remembered 
When  I'm  far  away  from  you. 


WoEK,  while  yet  the  daylight  shinei^ 
With  a  loving  heart  and  true, 

For  golden  years  are  fleeting  by. 
And  we  are  passing,  too. 

Wait  not  for  to-morrow's  sun 

To  beam  upon  thy  way, 
For  all  that  thou  can'st  call  thine  owr^ 

Is  in  this  one  to-day. 

Then  learn  to  make  the  most  of  life- 
Make  glad  each  passing  day — 

For  time  will  never  bring  thee  back 
The  chances  swept  away. 

Leave  no  tender  word  unsaid — 
Do  good  while  life  shall  last ; — 

You  know  the  mill  can  never  grind 
With  the  wccter  that  is  past. 

Let  not  the  hoxu-s  we've  spent  together, 

Go  past  as  nothing,  by ; 
Forget  me  not,  e'en  though  you  must 

Remember  with  a  sigh. 


THAKKSGirixG-DAY  again  is  here, 
And  turkey  is  the  leading  question ; 

I  wish,  with  heartiness  sincere, 
That  you  may  have  a  good  digestion. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         25 


Though  many  flowers  have  faded  from  my  life, 
And  clouds  obscure  the  brightness  of  its  sky, 

This  have  I  learned :  we  can  do  much  to  make 
Our  lives  a  blessing  and  our  words  a  power. 

If  what  we  find  to  do,  for  Christ's  dear  sake, 
W«  do  with  faithfuhiess,  from  hour  to  hoc^. 


It  may  occur  in  after  life 
That  you,  I  trust,  a  happy  wife, 
Will  former  happy  hours  retrace, 
Recall  each  well-remembered  face. 
At  such  a  moment  I  but  ask — 
I  hope  'twill  be  a  pleasant  task — 
That  you'll  remember  as  a  friend 
One  who'll  prove  true  e'en  to  the  end. 


I  SAW  two  clouds  at  mommg, 

Tinged  by  the  morning  sun, 
And  in  the  dawn  they  floated  on 

And  mingled  into  one; 
I  thought  that  morning  cloud  was  blest, 
It  moved  so  sweetly  to  the  west. 
Such  be  your  gentle  motion. 
Till  life's  last  pulse  shall  beat. 
And  you  float  on  in  joy  to  meet 
A  calmer  sea,  where  storms  shaU  cease^ 
A  pxu'er  sky,  where  all  is  peace. 


When  on  this  page  you  chance  to  look, 
Just  think  of  me  and  close  the  book. 


26         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Be  a  good  girl,  and  you  will  be  a  true  woman. 


Mat  thy  darkest  hours  in  life  be  well  lighted  witk  th© 
•unshine  of  contentment. 


YouBs  sincerely — although  merely — 


v;  When  the  golden  sun  is  setting, 
And  your  heart  from  care  is  free, 
When  o'er  a  thousand  things  you're  thinking, 
Will  you  sometimes  think  of  me  ? 


How  long-we  live,  not  years,  but  actions  tell ; 
That  man  lives  twice  who  lives  the  first  life  well. 
Make  then,  while  yet  ye  may,  your  God  your  friend. 
Whom  Christians  worship,  yet  not  comprehend. 
The  trust  that's  given,  guard ;  and  to  yourself  be  just; 
For,  live  we  how  we  can,  yet  die  we  must. 


LrvE  well ;  how  long  or  short,  permit  to  Heaven ; 
They  who  forgive  most,  shall  be  most  forgiven. 


Soak  not  too  high  to  fall,  but  stoop  to  rise ; 
We  masters  grow  of  all  that  we  despise. 


YouE  fate  is  but  the  common  fate  of  all; 
Unmingled  joys  here  to  no  man  befalL 


>— ^JIIgcEIIL;5]S[E0a?. 


Hat  e'en  thy  failings  lean  to  virtue's  side. 


HoTJBS  are  golden  links— God's  token- 
Reaching  heaven,  but  one  by  one ; 
Take  them,  lest  the  chain  be  broken 
Ere  thy  pilgrimage  be  done. 


HotrsE  beautiful — your  book,  from  end  to  end. 
And  every  page  a  room  to  lodge  a  friend ; 
Fain  would  I  enter  with  a  seemly  grace, 
Attired  and  mannered  as  befits  the  place ; 
But  best  endeavor  falls  below  the  aim 
And  rests  at  last,  content  to  leave  a  name. 


The  brave  man  is  not  he  who  feels  no  fear, 
For  that  were  stupid  and  irrational ; 
But,  he  whose  noble  soul  its  fear  subdues. 
And  bravely  dares  the  danger  nature  shrinks  from. 


28         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart  1 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 
From  earthly  use,  for  Heaven's  employ- 
Adorned  with  prayer  and  love  and  joy; 
So  shall  your  Sovereign  enter  in 
And  new  and  noble  life  begin. 


We  could  count  time  by  heart-throbs ;  he  most  Uvea 
who  thinks  most,  speaks  the  noblest,  acts  the  best. 


We  ourselves  shape  the  joys  and  fears 
Of  which  the  life  to  come  is  made. 

And  fill  our  future  atmosphere 
With  sunshine  or  with  shade. 


Whek  the  name  that  I  write  here  is  dim  on  the  page, 
And  the  leaves  of  your  album  are  yellow  with  age. 
Still  think  of  me  kindly,  and  do  not  forget 
That,  wherever  I  am,  I  remember  you  yet. 


The  massive  gates  of  circumstance 
Are  turned  upon  the  slightest  hinge, 

And  thus  some  seeming  pettiest  chaace, 
Oft  gives  to  Ufe  its  after  tinge. 


Oh,  for  a  home  In  Zululand,  or  Arctic  regions  cold, 
A  peasant's  cot  or  hermit's  hut,  midst  solitude  untold, 
With  Kaffirs  or  with  Hottentots,  in  Egypt  or  Leone — 
•Twere  bliss  to  live  in  any  spot  where  albums  are  unknown. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         28 


In  times  of  prosperity  our  friends  are  many, 
But  the  time  of  adversity  tries  and  proves  thetn, 


Gbms  of  price  are  deeply  hidden, 
'Neath  the  rugged  rocks  concealed  ; 

What  would  ne'er  come  forth  imbidden. 
To  thy  search  may  be  revealed. 


While  the  fading  flowers  of  pleasure, 
Spring  spontaneous  from  the  soil, 

Thou  wilt  find  the  harvest's  treasure 
Yields  alone  to  patient  toil. 


If  recollections  of  friends  brighten  moments  or  sadness, 
What  a  fund  of  delight  is  here  treaam-ed  for  taee ! 

If  advice  and  kind  wishes  bring  goodness  ana  gladness, 
How  perfect  and  happy  thy  future  must  be. 


The  tissues  of  the  Life  to  be— 
We  weave  with  colors  all  oar  own, 

And  in  the  field  of  Destiny, 
We  reap  as  we  have  sown. 


There  is  seldom  a  line  of  glory  written  upon  earth's 
face,  but  a  line  of  suffering  runs  parallel  with  it ;  and 
they  that  read  the  lustrous  syllables  of  the  one,  and 
stoop  not  to  decipher  the  spotted  and  worn  inscription  of 
the  other,  get  the  least  half  of  the  lesson  that  earth  has  to 
give 


80  THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Leap  green  on  ground  of  white, 
My  name,  I  fain  would  write 
Tliat  you  remember  still 
In  June  or  in  December  chill, 
We  two  are  friends. 


Oh,  waywaid  mortal  who  these  books  invented, 
Why  was't  thou  not  by  some  kin  J  hand  prevented  f 
And  thereby  kept  from  many  a  luckless  swain, 
The  direful  knowledge  that  he  lacked  a  brain — 
Lacked  it,  at  least,  where  poetry  was  needed, 
Like  the  poor  wight  who  here  has  not  succeeded. 


Theough  days  of  doubt  and  darkness, 
In  fear  and  trembling  breath, 

Through  mists  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
In  tears  and  grief  and  death  ; 

Through  days  of  hght  and  gladness, 
Through  days  of  love  and  life. 

Through  smiles  and  joy  and  sunshine, 
Through  days  with  beauty  rife ; 

The  Lord  of  life  and  glory. 
The  King  of  earth  and  sea. 

The  Lord  who  guarded  Israel ; 
Keep  watch,  sweet  friend,  o'er  thee. 


Teuth — Freedom — Virtue— these  have  power  i 
If  rightly  cherished,  to  uphold,  sustain, 
And  bless  thy  spirit,  in  its  darkest  hou»*. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         81 


Thy  own  trim,  modest  fonn, 

Is  always  neatly  clad, 
Thou  surely  will  make  the  tidiest  wito 

That  ever  husband  had. 


Auosa  the  many  friends  who  claim 
A  kind  remembrance  in  thy  heart, 
I  too,  would  add  my  simple  name, 
Among  the  rest. 


Mat  God's  mercy  ever  guide  thee, 

Safe  o'er  all  thy  thorny  road ; 
And  His  grace  what'er  betide  thee, 
Lead  thee  home  to  His  abode. 


The  large  are  not  the  sweetest  flowers ; 
The  long  are  not  the  happiest  hours ; 
Much  talk  doth  not  much  friendship  tell } 
Few  words  are  best — I  wish  you  well. 


Let  your  life  be  like  a  snowflake,  which  leaves  a 
mark,  but  not  a  stain. 


Bbqirt  with  roses  of  the  royal  June, 
A  resurrected  day  swings  highest  mom 
In  every  year ;  and  so  through  life  I  pray 
Nay  never  failing  changes,  bring  their  day, 
And  flames  of  love  in  swinging  censers  rise 
While  all  thy  thoughts  leads  on  toward  the  skiea 


83         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Small  service  is  true  service  while  it  last ; 

Of  friends,  however  humble,  scorn  not  one : 
The  daisy,  by  the  shadow  that  it  cast. 

Protects  the  lingering  dew-drop  from  the  sun. 


Make  good  use  of  time,  if  thou  lovest  eternity ;  yes- 
terday cannot  be  recalled — to-morrow  cannot  be  secured 
— to-day  only  is  thine,  which,  if  once  lost,  is  lost  forever. 


In  time  we  transact  business  for  eternity;  whatever, 
therefore,  we  do  now,  should  be  done  well. 


Mat  each  thought  be  pure,  and  sincere, 
Addressed  upon  these  spotless  pages ; 

Reflections  fond,  they'll  always  prove, 
Youthful  friend,  through  many  ages. 


They  who  have  light  in  themselves,  will  not  revolve  i 
satellites. 


THEotTGH  time  we'll  change,  and  then. 
This  little  book  will  somewhat  bind  us  • 

You'll  take  it  up,  and  think  of  me 
And  all  the  joys  we've  left  behind  us. 


As  the  shadow  of  the  sun  is  largest  when  his  beams  are 
lowest,  so  we  are  always  least  when  we  make  ourselves 
the  greatest. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Across  the  page  of  spotless  white 
Friends  trail  the  pen,  and  in  our  sight 
Grow  precious  all  the  lines  they  write. 

As  for  some  white-sailed  ship  at  sea, 
Bo,  little  book,  my  watch  for  thee  ; 
Beturn  with  freight  of  love  to  me. 


Etket  hour  comes  to  us  charged  with  duty,  and  the 
moment  it  is  past,  returns  to  Heayen  to  register  itself 
how  spent. 


Thbbk'p  a  Divinity  that  shapes  our  ends, 
Bough-hew  them  how  we  wilL 


Ottp  eyeu  see  all  around  in  gloom  or  glow, 

Hues  of  theu"  own,  fresh  borrowed  from  the  heart. 


Writu  your  name  by  kindness,  love  and  mercy  upon 
the  \iearts  of  those  you  come  in  contact  with,  and  you 
will  never  be  forgotten. 


liET  Fate  do  her  worst ;  there  are  relics  of  joy, 
Bright  dreams  of  the  past,  she  cannot  destroy ; 
They  come  in  the  night-time  of  sorrow  and  care, 
And  bring  back  the  features  that  joy  used  to  wear. 
Like  the  vase,  in  which  roses  have  once  been  distilled. 
Ton  may  break— you  may  shatter  the  vase,  if  you  will; 
But  the  scent  of  the  loscs  wii.  hacg  round  it  still. 


84         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


If  you  wish  success  in  life,  make  perssrerance  you? 
bosom  friend,  experience  your  wise  counsel,  caution  your 
alder  brother,  and  hope  your  guardian  genius. 


OouNT  that  day  lost  whose  low  descending  sud 
Views  from  thy  hand  no  worthy  action  done. 


Tis  but  a  trifle  that  you  ask, 

But  this  you  will  admit, 
That  trifles,  more  than  greater  tasksy 

Will  sometimes  strain  our  wit. 
I  wish  thee  health,  and  wealth,  and  joy, 

As  others  have  before : 
And  were  I  in  poetic  mood, 

I'd  surely  wish  thee  more.- 


OtTB  greatest  glory  consists  not  in  never  falling,  but  in 
rising  every  time  we  fall. 


Here's  a  sigh  for  those  who  love  me, 
And  a  smile  for  those  who  hate, 

And  whatever  sky's  above  me. 
Here's  a  heart  for  every  fate. 


In  all  thy  humors,  whether  grave  or  mellow. 
Thou  art  such  a  touchy,  testy,  pleasant  fellow  ; 
Hast  so  much  wit,  and  mirth,  and  spleen,  about  tbee, 
There  is  no  living  with  thee,  nor  without  thee. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         80 


Mat  you  live  in  bliss,  from  sorrow  away, 

Having  plenty  laid  up  for  a  rainy  day ; 

And  when  you  are  ready  to  settle  in  life, 

May  you  find  a  good  husband  and  make  a  good  wife. 


I  WBiTK  here  a  name  which  I  hope  shall  be  tnown 
To  all  of  the  ages  which  follow  my  own. 
*  How  conceited  I '  you  say ;  but  my  lines  shall  remain; 
Tifl  my  hope,  you'll  discover,  not  I,  that  is  vain. 


OiTE  lives  are  albums ;  each  new  day's  a  page 
As  spotless  as  the  leaf  on  which  I  write. 

Whene'er  those  books  of  ours  shall  be  read. 
May  few  unwise  inscriptions  meet  the  sight. 


On  the  broad  highway  of  action 
Friends  of  worth  are  far  and  few ; 
But  when  one  has  proved  her  friendship^ 
Cling  to  her  who  clings  to  you. 


Wbeb  mine  the  power  I'd  twine  for  thee 

A  crown  of  jewels  rare ; 
Each  gem  should  be  a  kingdom. 

Each  pearl  an  hiunble  prayer. 


Thbeh  are  few  friends  in  this  wide  world 
That  love  is  fond  and  true ; 

But when  you  count  them  o'er 

Place  me  among  the  few. 


86        THE  ALBUM  WRITER'S  FRIEND. 


Thehb  is  a  small  and  simple  flower 
That  twines  aromid  the  humblest  cot, 

And  in  the  sad  and  lonely  hours 
It  whispers  low :  "Forget  me  not.** 


WHEir  asked  in  an  album  to  writ<}, 

I  feel  quite  inclined  to  refuse ; 
For  what  should  I  dare  to  indite 

That  would  a  young  lady  amuse  ? 
Not  wit,  for  I  have  none  of  that, 

Nor  romance — my  fancy  is  tame  ; 
And  compliments  sound  so  flat, 

I'm  forced  to  write  merely  my  name. 


Mat  you  always  be  happy, 
And  live  at  your  ease ; 

Get  a  kind  husband, 
And  do  as  you  please. 


Tktte  friends,  like  ivy  and  the  wall, 
Both  stand  together  or  together  fall. 


Bba-TTTT  is  but  a  vain,  a  fleeting  good, 
A  shining  gloss  that  fadeth  suddenly, 

A  flower  that  dies  when  almost  in  the  bud, 

\    A  bright  glass  that  breaketh  suddenly ; 

A  fleeting  good,  a  glass,  a  gloss,  a  flower, 
Lost,  faded,  broken,  dead  within  the  hour. 


TEE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.        87 


Mat  happiness  ever  be  thy  lot. 

Wherever  thou  shall  be ; 
And  joy  and  pleasure  light  the  spot 

That  may  be  home  to  thee. 


How  sweet  to  have  a  faithful  friend. 
In  whom  we  can  confide : 

To  bless  us  if  we  act  aright, 
And  if  we  err  to  chide. 


Hops  the  best,  get  ready  for  the  wont,  and  take  what 
God  sends. 


Bb  content  with  the  lot  God  has  marked  out  for  you. 
Love,  honor  and  obey  Him  in  all  things,  and  your  lafit 
days  will  be  peaceful  and  happy. 


Mat  the  Tcrr  of  thy  life  be  bright  and  joyoua,  the 
noontide  peaceful  and  happy,  and  the  sunset  gloriously 
hopeful,  is  the  wish  of  your  friend. 


LiFB,  Death  and  Immortality — thee«  three — the  first, 
the  Road — the  second,  the  Gate.  May  you  walk  safely 
the  first,  pass  triumphantly  the  second,  and  rest  forever 
in  the  third 


Mat  the  Aiwrels  twine  for  thee 
A  wreath  0/  immortality. 


88         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Yes, ,  I  will  write  my  name 

In  here,  as  you  request ; 
And,  if  to  you  its  all  the  same, 
I'll  add  a  line — though  rather  tame — 

For  Critics  eyes,  as  my  bequest. 

My  wishes  and  my  hopes  for  you, 

Find  glad  expression  here ; 
Although,  indeed,  its  very  true, 
There  is  no  room  for  all  that's  due 

To  one  we  hold  so  dear. 

Good  health— first  wish  of  all — 

Of  all  God's  gifts  the  best ; 
A  happy  heart,  that  loves  to  call 
On  Him  who  notes  the  sparrow's  fall 
And  promises  sweet  rest. 

Although  beset  by  wordly  care, 

Fix  all  your  hopes  on  Heaven, 
And  view  by  faith  the  glories  fair, 
Which,  in  that  world  beyond  the  air, 
To  faithful  ones  are  given. 


Althottoh  I  am  advised  not  to  write  fast, 
I  hope  the  thought  I  would  express  may  last. 


ToTT  ask  for  your  Album  a  rhyme ; 

With  pleasure  I  hear  and  obey ; 
Kef usal  were  folly  or  crime — 

For  who  could  to say  "  nay  ?  ** 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.        89 


Mat  Heaven  on  you  its  choicest  blessings  shower— 
b  the  sincere  wish  of  your  friend. 


Bb  kind  to  all ;  be  intimate  with  few ; 
And  may  the  few  be  well  chosen. 


Evils  in  the  journey  of  life  are  like  tlie  hills  which 
alarm  travelers  upon  their  road ;  they  both  appear  great 
in  the  distance,  but  when  we  approach  them,  we  find 
them  far  less  insurmountable  than  we  had  conceived. 


Miss 1  O  Miss 1 

What  can  I  write  that's  new 
Among  so  very  many 
Pretty  compliments  to  you  ? 
In  poetry,  I  fear  I'd  fail — 
I'm  very  sure  I'd  stammer — 
You  cannot  drive  the  ponderous  nail 
With  a  small  ten-cent  tack  hammer. 
Since,  then,  so  high  I  cannot  soar, 
Nor  chirp  notes  like  the  lark, 
Please  cancel  what  I've  said  before, 
I'll  simply  make  my  mark. 


It  has  been  beautifully  said :  The  water  that  flows 
from  a  spring  does  not  congeal  in  winter ;  and  those  sen- 
timents which  flow  from  the  heart  cannot  be  chilled  by 
adversity. 


40         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FjHEI^Im, 


Roses,  without  thorns,  for  tli&e* 


Pll  just  write  a  few  words  here ;  so  that  ^asn 
You  turn  these  and  life's  pages  o'er  again, 
Tour  memory  back  to  the  time  will  go, 
"When  you  and  I  were  "0"  and  "Jo."* 

How  we  worked  together  in  '79, 
Wafting  lightning  over  the  W.  U.  Line 
To  W.  M. — called  "our  quod,"  you  know — 
When  you  and  I  were  "  O  "  and  Jo, 

How  Lu  talked  by  the  hour  to  us, 
(And  we  stood  it  like  martyr's  making  no  fuss), 
How  we  used  to  get  "snatched"— we  hated  that  so^ 
When  you  and  I  signed  "  O  "  and  "Jo." 

I'll  not  wish  you  all  sunshine ;  for  life  is  made 
Up  of  installments  of  sunlight  and  shade. 
May  you  never  be  worse  off  through  life,  as  you  go, 
Than  when  on  W.  M.  wure  we  signed  "  O  "  and '  •  Jo." 


Mat  the  hinges  of  our  Friendship  never  rust 


Mat  your  days  in  joy  be  passed 
With  friends  to  bless  and  cheer. 

And  each  year  exceed  the  last 
In  all  that  earth  holds  dear. 


*  iBitials  used  by  telegrapb  operators. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.        41 


There's  many  a  trouble 
Would  breal?  like  a  bubble, 
And  into  the  waters  of  Lethe  depart, 

Did  not  we  rehearse  it 

And  tenderly  nurse  it, 
And  give  it  a  permanent  place  in  the  heart. 

Resolve  to  be  merry, 

All  worry  to  ferry, 
Across  the  famed  waters  that  bid  us  forget. 

And  no  longer  fearful, 

But  happy  and  cheerful. 
We  feel  life  has  much  that's  worth  living  for  x«t. 


Mat  we  always  remain  as  good  friends  as  we  art 
neighbors. 


The  night  has  a  thousand  eyes ; — 

The  day  but  one  ; 
Yet  the  light  of  the  whole  world  dies 

With  the  setting  sun. 

The  mind  has  a  thousand  eyes — 

The  day  but  one ; 
Tet  the  light  of  the  whole  world  dies 

When  love  is  done. 


Ox  this  spotless  page  my  pen  essays  to  trace  a  record 
of  affection ;  and,  as  I  write,  a  wish  is  in  my  heart  that, 
for  thee,  every  life-leaf  will  be  written  with  the  golden 
pen  of  love. 


42         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Though  many  friends  have  signed  their  names, 

And  some  have  left  their  mark, 
I  see  a  place  for  me  remains 

To  add  my  small  remark. 
My  wish  for  thee  is :  joy  through  life ; 

And  bliss  supreme,  when  some  one's  wife. 


I  PEAT  the  prayer  of  Plato  old : 
God  make  thee  beautiful  within ; 

And  let  thine  eye  the  good  behold 
In  everything,  save  sin. 


A  FEW  true  friends  to  aid  us  and  love  us, 
And  cordial  hands  to  warmly  clasp  our  own ; 

O I  sm-ely  Groi  hath  never  made  us 
To  live  distrustingly,  selfish,  and  alone. 


A  TERSE  you  ask  this  fine  day : 
Of  course  111  write  you  one. 

The  task  of  writing  finds  its  pay 
In  joy  that  it  is  done. 


Why  ask  a  name  ; 

Small  is  the  good  it  brings ; 
Kames  are  but  breath — 

Deeds — deeds  alone — are  thiaga. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.        48 


Whbst  years  and  months  have  glided  by, 
And  on  this  page  you  cast  your  eye, 

Remember  'twas  a  friend  sincere 
That  left  this  kind  remembrance  here. 
With  best  wishes  for  your  future  cheer. 


Deas ,  may  your  life  be  bleat 

With  friendship,  love  and  happiness ; 

May  all  your  friends  prove  true, 

And  cheer  you  all  the  journey  throu^ 


Mat  Future,  with  her  kindest  smile, 
Wreath  laurels  for  thy  brow ; 

May  loving  angels  guard  and  keep  thee 
Ever  pure  as  thou  art  now. 


Ip  writing  in  Albums  remembrance  insures, 
With  the  greatest  of  pleasure  I'll  scribble  in  yoont 


In  after  years  when  you  recall 

The  days  of  pleasures  past, 
Ajid  think  of  joyous  hours  and  afl 

Have  flov.Ti  away  so  fast, 
When  some  forgotten  air  you  hear 

Bring  back  past  scenes  to  thee, 
And  gently  claims  your  listening  ear 

Keep  one  kind  thought  for  me. 


ti        THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Thk  truest  happiness  is  found  in  making  others  happy. 


AooEPT  my  friend  these  lines  from  me, 
They  show  that  I  remember  thee, 
And  liope  some  thought  they  will  retain 
Till  you  and  I  shall  meet  again. 


Foe  thee,  my  fair  and  gentle  friend, 
I  ask  not  wealth  or  fame, 
I  only  ask  thy  path  may  be 
Free  from  lifes  toil  and  care. 


Among  the  many  friends  that  claim 
A  kind  remembrance  in  thy  breast, 

I  too  would  add  my  simple  name. 
Among  the  rest. 


Nevee  grow  weary  doing  good. 


I  WANT  a  warm  and  faithful  friend, 

To  cheer  the  adverse  hom- ; 
Who  ne'er  to  flatter  will  descend. 
Nor  bend  the  knee  to  power ; 
A  friend  to  chide  me  when  I'm  wrong ; 

My  inmost  soul  to  see ; 
And  that  my  friendship  prove  as  strong 
For  him  as  his  for  me. 


•>^ES¥EEM  anh  C0NFIDE]^CE. -f^- 


Some  little  token  of  regard, 
You  wish  from  me  to  claim ; 

But  as  time  is  pressing  hard, 
I  will  but  write  my  name. 


EvEBT  joy  that  heaven  can  send  ; 

Wealth,  and  every  kind  of  treasure  ;- 
Health  and  love  to  thee,  my  friend, 

And  happiness  without  measure. 


In  future  years,  should  trusted  friends 

Depart  like  summer  birds ; 
And  all  the  comfort  memory  lends, 

Is  false  and  honeyed  words. 
Turn  then  to  me  who  fain  would  prove, 

However  thy  lot  be  cast, 
That  naught  his  heart  can  ever  mov« 

From  friendship  of  the  past. 


48         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Mat  your  path  be  strewn  Tyith  roses. 
Fair  and  flowery  to  the  end ; 

And  when  your  body  m  death  reposes^ 
May  yoor  Maker  be  your  friend. 


Wbix,  ———,  I  surely  would  like  to  please ; 

But  can't  think  what  to  say. 
All  your  friends  have  wishes  bright, 

To  cheer  your  life  so  gay. 

I  will  add :  May  all  their  words 

Be  symbols  of  love  and  truth ; 
That  when  you  grow  weary,  and  seek  for  rest, 

You  will  rejoice  in  the  friends  of  your  youth. 


To  write  in  your  Album,  deai-  friend  you  ask  | 
Ah,  well  I  it  is  not  such  a  difficult  task. 
All  I  can  say  is  contained  here  in  one  line: 
May  the  blessings  of  Heaven  forever  be  thine. 


Let  not  our  friendship  be  like  the  rose,  to  sever  j 
But,  like  the  evergreen,  may  it  last  forever. 


He  who  does  good  to  another,  does  also  good  to  hinv. 
self — not  only  in  the  act,  but  in  the  conciousness  of  well- 
doing is  his  reward. 


In  the  evening  of  life,  cherish  the  remembrance  of  one 
"Vlio  loved  thee  in  its  morning. 


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Speak  of  me  kindly  when  life's  dreams  are  o'er  j 
Bpeak  of  me  gently  when  I  am  no  more. 


Sapelt  down  Life's  ebbing  tide. 
May  our  vessels  smoothly  glide, 
And  anchor  side  by  side — in  heaveo. 


That  Hope  and  you. 
Bright  days  will  view. 


GuABD  well  thy  thoughts ;  oin-  thoughts  are  heard  is 
heaven. 


May  He  who  hath  pencilled  the  leaves  with  beauty, 
given  the  flowers  their  bloom,  and  lent  music  to  the  lay  rf 
the  timid  bird,  graciously  remember  thee  in  that  day 
when  He  shall  gather  His  jewels. 


Feom  memory's  leaves, 
I  fondly  squeeze 

Three  little  words — 
Forget  Me  Not. 


A  LONG  life,  and  a  happy  one ; 
A  tall  man,  and  a  jolly  one — 
Like — well— you  know  who  I 


48         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND 


The  hills  are  shadows,  and  they  flow 
From  form  to  form,  and  nothing  stands ; 

They  melt  like  mist,  the  solid  lands. 
Like  clouds  they  shape  themselves  and  go 

But  in  my  spirit  will  I  dwell, 

And  dream  my  dream  and  hold  it  true ; 
For  though  my  pen  doth  write  adieu, 

I  cannot  say  for  aye  fareweU. 


God's  love  and  peace  be  with  thee,  when 
Soe'r  this  soft  Autumnal  air 
Lifts  the  dark  tresses  of  thy  hair. 

Thou  lack'st  not  friendship's  spellword,  nor 
The  half-unconcious  power  to  draw 
All  hearts  to  thine  by  Love's  sweet  law. 

With  such  a  prayer,  on  this  sweet  day, 
As  thou  may  est  hear  and  I  may  say, 
I  greet  thee,  dearest,  far  away. 


This  Album's  a  mansion  which  offers  its  best. 

To  the  friends  who  have  written  their  thoughts, 
And  the  banquet  is  spread  with  festal  fare. 

Where  guests  mingle  enjoyment  with  rest ; 
And  they  leave  their  memorials  under  thy  roof, 

Sometimes  in  sorrow,  more  oft  in  joy  divine, 
Nor  think  a  single  thought  quite  good  enough, 

To  measure  its  faintest  pulse  with  thine. 


-McBIl^TPTIY  YE^E5.3N- 


I  WISH  thee  every  blessing 
That  can  attend  thee  here ; 

And  may  each  future  birthday  proTe 
My  wish  to  be  sincere. 


YoTTE  Birthday  will  always  be  green  ia  the  memory  d 
your  friends. 


May  these  flowers,  presented  on  your  birthday.    t« 
emblematical  of  the  purity  of  your  life. 


Wakb  early  this  morning, 

Nor  miss  the  grey  dawning; 

Take  this  greeting  from  me 

As  it  goes  straight  to  thee : 

May  joy  and  gladness  e'er  be  thine ; 

And  eudless  brightness  round  thee  Bbioe. 

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80        THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Tms  is  thy  Birthday,  may  it  be, 
A  source  of  happiness  to  thee, 
And  may  each  Birthday  yet  in  store, 
Be  brighter  than  the  one  before. 


Dbab  friend,  on  this  thy  natal  day, 
I  send  to  thee  a  little  lay. 

And  wishes  tender 
And  only  ask  that  thou'lt  repay 
My  thoughts  with  thine,  and  fondly  say, 
"I  thank  the  sender." 

May  Spring  its  blossoms  round  thee  strew, 
And  Summer,  deck'd  in  mantle  new. 

Come  forth  to  greet  thee; 
May  Autumn  fruitage  crown  the  year, 
And  Winter,  with  its  jovial  cheer. 

Bring  friends  to  meet  thee. 

And  if  I  stiU  must  absent  be, 
Do  not  forget  to  send  to  me 

One  kind  word  Only, 
By  home  birds  passing  by  the  door, 
Who,  fiying  towards  this  distant  shore. 

May  greet  me  lonely. 


Like  sunbeams  to  the  drooping  flowers^ 

Good- will  our  lives  doth  bless ; 
It  furthers  every  wish  of  ours, 

And  joys  in  our  success. 
Bo  may  its  rays  towards  you  flow. 

That  none  but  friends  your  heart  may  know. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         61 


In  these  days  of  mirth  and  glee, 
What  shall  my  message  be  to  thee  ? 
What  can  I  wish  for  one  so  blest  ? 
Thou  sunny  bird  in  a  sunny  nest  I 
This  I  wish,  and  this  I  pray : 
May  the  joys  of  life  never  pass  away, 
But  only  merge  in  a  sigh  of  bliss — 
Into  a  life  far  brighter  than  this ! 


If  words  could  all  my  wishes  say, 
Oh  I  how  my  tongue  would  talk  away. 
I  wish  this  day  and  many  more 

Might  on  dear blessings  pour. 

May  health,  wealth,  love,  and  peace 
With  each  succeeding  year  increase ; 
And  oh !  the  last,  come  when  it  may, 
Be  unto  thee  a  happy  day. 


On  this  Birthday  morn  arise 

From  thy  placid  slumber  I 
Soon  to  meet  love's  longing  eyes 

And  greetings  without  number. 
Heavens  dearest  gifts  be  thine 

To  crown  all  earthly  treasure, 
For  gifts  that  God  gives  unto  thee 

Know  neither  stint  or  measure. 


As  beauteous  flowers  in  garlands  intertwine, 
May  Peace  and  Lore  to  cheer  thy  heart  comt>ill^ 
To  give  you  a  very  happy  Birthday. 


62         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


LovB  in  every  bosom  live, 
And  the  truest  pleasure  give : 
Acd  happy  smiles  each  lip  adorn. 
On  this  happy  birthday  mom. 


KJ 


Little  trouble  and  still  less  care, 
With  ever  a  faithful  heart  to  share ; 
Birthdays  many,  and  happy  too, 
This  is  the  life  I  wish  for  you. 


DsAB,  happy  birthdays,  how  fair  ye  seem. 

Along  the  path  of  time : 
Foot-prints  whereon  sweet-heart  flowers  blow. 

By  worldly  storms  unriven, 
That  we  may  mark  them  as  they  go. 

And  find  our  way  to  heaven, 
Beiqht  as  a  flower  may  thy  Birthday  be. 


Tbitb  love  shall  live  thro'  sorrow's  wintry  storm. 
And  bloom  afresh  on  this  glad  Birthday  mom. 


LoviNGly  take  this  birthday  souvenir, 
And  for  my  sake  esteem  it  dear  I 


Mat  the  morning  of  thy  birth  break  in  gladness,  and 
the  day  teem  with  light-hearted  mirth  that  Bhall  last 
always  I 


-Mcpajiief^eag.Jiw 


I  DIP  my  pen  into  the  ink, 
And  grasp  your  album  tight ; 

But  for  my  life  I  cannot  think 
One  single  word  to  write. 


In  the  storms  of  life, 

When  you  need  an  umbrella, 
May  you  have  to  uphold  it 

A  handsome  young  fellow. 


Mat  beauty  and  truth. 
Keep  you  in  youth ; 

Green  tea  and  sage. 
Preserve  your  old  age. 


Some  people  can  be  very  funny ; 

I  never  could  be  so. 
Bo  I'll  just  inscribe  my  name ; 

It's  the  funniest  thing  I  know. 

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64         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIENIX. 


Fee  8IMPLB  and  simple  fee. 

And  all  the  fees  entail 
Are  nothing  when  compared  to  thee— 

ITiou  best  of  fees — f e-male. 


What  I  write  in  your  album,  for  critics  to  spy, 
For  the  learned  to  laugh  at  ? — ^No,  not  I ! 


AooEPT  my  valued  friendship, 
And  roll  it  up  in  cotton, 

And  think  it  not  illusion, 
Because  so  easily  gotten- 


WlTHSOBVEE  is  this  foF  Why? 
Wherefore.    Ain't  it  ? 


Whbn  I,  poor  elf,  shall  have  vanished  in  vapw, 
May  still  my  memory  live — on  paper. 


Round  went  the  book,  and  here  it  came^ 
In  it  for  me  to  write  my  name ; 
I  would  write  better,  if  I  could, 
But  nature  said  I  never  should. 


If  you  wish  to  laugh; 
Glaace  at  my  autograph. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         61 


Whex  on  this  p^e  you  chance  to  look, 
Think  of  me  and  close  the  book. 


Sailing  down  the  stream  of  life, 
In  your  little  bark  canoe, 

May  you  have  a  pleasant  trip, 
With  just  room  enough  for  tW9. 


DSAB  JSBXSSIt : 


Do  not  doubt  me ; 

You  know  more  about  me 

Than  many  whose  names 

Here  appear. 
Bnt  to  tell  them  Pll  never — 
What !  never  ?  Hardly  ever — 
What  I'd  like  to  write  to  you 

Here. 

'Tis  nonsense  I've  written ; 
You'll  think  I  am  smitten 
With  charms  that  I  hold 

Very  dear. 
Please  excuse  me  from  wriMng, 
More  lines  so  inviting. 
Your  time  to  be  spent 

Idly  here. 


I  care  not  much  for  gold  or  land. 
Give  me  a  mortgage  here  and  there, 

Some  good  bank  stock — some  note  of  handt 
Or  trifling  railroad  share, 

I  only  ask  that  Fortune  send 
A  little  more  than  I  can  spend. 


96         THE  ALBUM  WBITERS  FRIEND. 


Man's  love  is  like  Scotch  snuff — 
You  take  a  pinch  and  that's  enough. 
Profit  by  tliis  sage  advice, 
When  you  fall  in  love,  think  t-wice. 


Long  may  you  live, 
Happy  may  you  be, 

When  you  get  married 
Come  and  see  me. 


May  you  be  happy. 
Each  day  of  your  life, 

Get  a  good  husband 
And  make  a  good  wife. 


As  sure  as  comes  your  wedding  6aj, 
A  broom  to  you  I'll  send  ; 

In  sunshine,  use  the  brushy  part, 
In  storm,  the  other  end. 


I  WEiTE  in  your  Album? 

How  very  absurd ! 
My  mind  is  at  random — 


Mat  your  cheeks  retain  their  dimples, 
May  your  heart  be  just  as  gay, 

Until  some  manly  voice  shall  whisper, 
•'  Pearest,  will  you  name  the  day  ?  " 


VERSES. 


Jot  and  plenty  in  the  cottage, 
Peace  and  feasting  in  the  hall ; 

And  the  voices  of  the  children 
Ring  out  clear  above  it  all : 
A  meny  Christmas  1 


As  Christmas  offerings  meet  your  eyes. 
Still  closer  be  sweet  friendship's  ties. 


Ring  out,  ye  bells,  o'er  all  the  earth, 
To  tell  with  brazen  voice, 

The  tidings  of  the  Saviour's  birth 
And  bid  mankind  rejoice. 


Teuk  love  shall  live  thro'  sorrows  wintry  storm. 
And  bloom  afresh  on  this  glad  Christmas  mom. 

6T 


58         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Oh  joyous  be  your  Christmas-tide, 
And  bright  your  New  Year,  too ; 

To  you  may  love  ne'er  be  denied ; 
May  all  your  friends  be  true. 


Ote  Saviour  Christ  was  bom 
That  we  might  have  the  Rose  without  the  thorn. 
All  through  His  desert  life 
He  felt  the  thorns  of  human  sin  and  strife. 
His  blessed  feet  were  bare 
To  every  hurting  brier.    He  did  not  spare 
One  bleeding  footstep  on  the  way 
He  came  to  trace  for  us,  until  the  day 
The  cruel  crown  was  pressed  upon  the  Brow 
That  smiles  upon  us  from  His  glory  now. 

And  so  He  won  for  us 

Sweet,  thornless,  everlasting  flowers  thus. 

He  bids  our  desert  way 

Eejoice  and  blossom  as  the  Rose  to-day. 
There  is  no  hidden  thorn 
In  His  good  gifts  of  grace.    He  would  adorn 

The  lives  that  now  are  His  alone, 

With  brightness  and  beauty  all  his  own. 
Then  praise  the  Lord  who  came  on  Christmas  day 
To  give  the  Rose  and  take  the  thorns  away. 


Again  the  festive  season's  here, 
With  all  that  can  delight  and  cheer  ; 
Oh  I  may  you  nothing  lack  each  day, 
But  find  fresh  blessings  strew  your  way. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         59 


Ring  In,  ring  in  the  revelries. 

And  let  the  feast  be  one 
Where  not  a  single  guest  there  is 

But  Innocence  and  Fun  I 
Let  Christmas  -warmth  keep  winter  out, 

And  joy  unbroken  reign — 
From  floor  to  roof -tree  send  the  shout 

Till  Christmas  comes  again  • 


A  LITTLE  bird  comes  singing, 

Singing  a  song  to  you ; 
He  sings  of  sun  tipped  flowers, 

Bathed  in  a  diamond  dew. 
"The  days  are  coming,"  he  warbles, 

"  When  the  frost  has  flown  away, 
When  the  earth  will  be  sweet  with  flowert 

And  the  breath  of  new-mown  hay." 

Oh  bird  so  softly  singing 

Your  song  of  pleasant  days, 
Go  sing  to  her  I  fondly  love, 

Through  the  wintry  cold  and  bare. 
When  the  heart  is  light,  the  days  are  bright; 

And  the  sun  seems  ever  near ; 
So  sing  her  your  lay  this  Christmas  Day, 

And  through  all  the  bright  New  Year. 


Oh  I  may  thy  Christmas  happy  be, 
And  naught  but  joy  appear, 

Is  now  the  wish  I  send  to  thee, 
And  all  I  love  most  dear. 


flO         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Now  Christmas  comes  with  hearty  cheer 
May  kindly  thoughts  go  round, 

And  bring  to  you  a  glad  New  Year, 
With  peace  and  plenty  crowned. 


Christmas  is  coming,  and  what  will  it  bring  ? 
Many  a  pleasant  and  gladdening  thing ! 
Meetings  and  greetings,  and  innocent  mirth : 
All  that  is  brightest  and  best  on  the  earth. 


Cheistmas  comes,  let  every  heart 
In  Christmas  customs  bear  its  part : 
The  "old"  be  "young,"  the  sad  be  gay. 
And  smiles  chase  every  care  away. 


SuEE,  Christmas  is  a  happy  time 

In  spite  of  wintry  weather. 
For  laugh,  and  song,  and  jest  go  round 

When  dear  friends  meet  together: 
And  hearts  are  warm,  and  eyes  beam  bright. 
In  the  ruddy  glow  of  Christmas  night  I 


Foe  friends  we  strive  to  pierce 

The  future,  dense  and  dark, 
But  not  a  ray  of  light 

We  see,  nor  faintest  spark ; 
But  yet  while  we  have  faith  to  cheer. 
We  trusting  wish  "  A  bright  New  Tear. 


THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND.         61 


Habe,  the  pearly  air  is  trembling, 
Liquid  music  floats  along ; 

Angels,  in  sweet  joy  assembling. 
Thrill  the  skies  with  heavenly  song. 
"  Peace  on  Earth,"  is  their  refrain, 
Oh.  be  it  yours  this  peace  to  gaih. 


Mat  piety  with  wishes  placed  above, 
And  steady  loyalty  and  faithful  love, 
6e  thy  blessings  this  Christmas-tide. 


O  LIFE  is  but  a  river 
And  in  our  childhood  we, 

But  a  fair  and  running  streamlet 
Adorned  with  flowers,  see. 

But  as  we  grow  more  earnest, 
The  river  grows  more  deep, 

And  where  we  laughed  in  childhood. 
We,  older,  pause  to  weep. 

Each  Christmas  as  it  passes, 
Some  change  to  us  doth  bring, 

Yet  to  our  friends  the  closer, 
As  time  creeps  on,  we  cling. 


Mat  health  and  joy,  and  peace  be  thine 

Upon  this  Christmas  day, 
And  happy  faces  round  thee  shine 

As  plenteous  as  the  flowers  in  May. 


62         THE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


O  BRIGHT  be  the  day- 
Sweet  echoes  resounding, 

Love  lighting  the  way 
And  warm  hearts  surrounding. 

May  the  breath  of  His  peace 
In  thy  spirit  remain, 

Till  Christmas  revisits 
The  round  world  again  \ 


Let  the  New  Tear  be  to  you 
As  a  childish  playmate  new, 
Stealing  suddenly  among 
Apple-boughs  that  overhung. 

Greet  him  half  in  confidence, 
Half  as  ready  for  defence  1 
Is  he  come  to  tease  or  play? 
"Will  he  give  or  take  away  ? 

Let  him  come  as  friend  or  foe  I 
No  New  Year  can  overthrow 
This  our  friendship  that  has  growa 
From  the  years  that  now  are  flowa 


O  CHILDHOOD  is  a  golden  time, 

When  all  the  world  is  bright, 
When  sunshtne  comes  with  every  mcmi 

Sweet  dreams  with  every  night. 
Were  I  a  fairy,  I  would  give 

To  thee  a  magic  kiss, 
That  should  ensure  for  the  New  Tear, 

As  fair  a  time  as  this. 


TEE  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND,         «3 


Take,  my  friend,  this  heartfelt  greeting, 
Happy  be  thy  Christmas  day. 

Faith,  and  hoi)e,  and  love  here  meeting. 
Speed  thee  on  thy  New  Tear's  way  1 


I  CANNOT  tell  what  thou  wilt  bring  to  me, 

0  strange  New  Year, 

But  tho'  thick  darkness  slirouds  thy  days  and  monthly 

1  will  not  fear. 

Why  shotild  I  fret  my  heart  to  know  before 
What  may  befall? 

With  this  one  thought  content — I  ask  no  mare- 
God  knows  it  all. 


Health  and  prosperity 

Yom*  life  to  cheer, 
With  every  blessing 

For  the  brignt  New  Year. 


On  this  New  Year's  morning 
My  wishes  take  their  flight. 

And  wing  to  thee  a  greeting 
That  woxild  make  all  things  brigtai. 


Gladly  now  it  is  my  pleasure, 
Joys  to  wish  you,  without  measure, 
Happiness  and  peace  attending, 
With  pure  heavenly  blessings  blending. 


64         THB  ALBUM  WRITERS  FRIEND. 


Mat  the  blessings  of  the  old  year  follow  in  the  nsm. 


We  cannot  look  into  the  future, 
We  cannot  tell  if  the  New  Year, 

Will  bring  us  fresh  sorrows  to  mourn  o'er, 
Or  bring  us  new  blessings  to  cheer. 

But  an  aU-seeing  God  is  above  us, 
Who  knows  what  for  each  one  is  best, 

Who  in  this  world  will  care  for  and  love  us, 
And  bring  us  at  last  to  our  rest. 


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